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A Matter of Time	By : AdaraB Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 7796 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 35 - Force

Ashleigh lay curled on her side trying to relax so the pain that the Crutiatus caused would ebb away. Doing so was much easier said than done. The aching in her joints and muscles was almost unbearable.

She took in her surroundings and saw that the room was much more lavish than she would have thought given her treatment. The walls were painted a rich cream and were bordered in gold. The furniture was a light oak that was upholstered with a cream and gold patterned material. What she could make out of the bed, which was only the portion that was right in front of her eyes, matched the upholstery. The same went for the drapes that were pulled to completely cover the two windows that adorned the room. The plush cream carpet would have looked as if no one had ever walked on it if it hadn’t had the indentations from when the Death Eater carried her into the room, placed her on the bed (rather carefully, strangely enough), and exited the way he came.

Attempting to roll on her back, Ashleigh managed it with a groan. She couldn’t believe the situation she’d gotten herself into. One tiny step and she was outside the wards. When, yes when, she got out of this she would have a talk with Severus about changing the wards so that she could feel them when she was upon them. It would have made her life so much easier.

She would also have to have a serious talk with Draco. This fight had been going on long enough and she was sure he was now blaming himself for her capture even though it was her own fault. She only hoped that they would assume that she was attempting to visit Snape rather than the truth. She didn’t think he’d live to see the morning sun if they knew the truth.

Ashleigh turned her head towards the door as a loud scream sounded down the hall. Turning back to stare at the ceiling she couldn’t help thinking that she hoped it was Blaise.

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Blaise stumbled his way into the last room on the left. There he found the girl he had dreamt about for the last eight months lying on a bed staring at the ceiling waiting for him. She hadn’t noticed his entrance so he continued to look her over as he closed the door and took his shirt off.

Throwing his shirt to the side, he slowly walked up to the bed and smiled when she turned her head toward him.

“You and I are going to have some fun. But first…retribution. You need to pay for kneeing me. That’s not how a proper girlfriend should act at all.”

With these words he yanked Ashleigh up by her hair with his left hand and slapped her hard with his right so that she flew to the side and off the bed.

Ashleigh landed with a hard thump before pushing herself up into a sitting position. As she licked her dry lips she could taste the metallic taste of her own blood. She also knew there would be a lovely bruise gracing the left side of her face within minutes.

“Well I can’t say you didn’t deserve it or that I didn’t enjoy doing it.” She replied as she spit blood out onto the once unmarred carpet.

“I can now say the same. Get undressed.” He ordered as he unbuckled his belt and kicked off his shoes.

Ashleigh pushed herself up to a standing position, walked up to him and spat in his face.

“You’ll have to make me. Like I said before, I could never love you! Emotionally or physically.” She told him with rage burning through her veins.

Without hesitation Blaise backhanded her hard enough that she went flying into the bed, bent over at the waist lying face down.

“Now I have to admit this is a position I quite like you in.” Blaise quickly grabbed his wand and performed a spell.

Ashleigh could feel the magic rushing through her but didn’t hear what the spell was. When she tried to move however, she couldn’t. The only parts of her body she could move were her legs and head. Everything else was adhered to the bed. The only thing she could do was listen as Blaise divested himself of his clothing. She waited for his next ‘witty’ comment but none came. After a few moments she felt a slight breeze and she knew that he had vanished her clothing right from her body.

Blaise walked up to Ashleigh and skimmed his fingers lightly down her naked spine. When she tensed at his touch he chuckled lightly. He continued along her spine until he reached her buttocks where he massaged her flesh.

“You like this, don’t you Ashleigh?”

“Take your hands OFF me you jackass!”

In reply to her words, Blaise raised his hand and spanked her right cheek hard enough to leave a red mark.

Ashleigh grunted at the pain and dug her head into the comforter.

“That wasn’t the answer I was looking for. Now answer properly and I just might reward you.”

“Go fuck yourself!” She said defiantly.

This time it was her left cheek that felt the abuse.

“You never learn do you? This could have been a very pleasurable experience for you but now I can almost guarantee that it won’t be. And as to your statement my dear, it would be quite impossible for me to fuck myself. You on the other hand are quite accessible at the moment.” Blaise said as he rubbed his erection against her leg.

“I think the time for conversation has past don’t you?” His rhetorical question landed on deaf ears as all Ashleigh could concentrate on was the feeling of him pushing her legs apart and inserting two fingers into her dry core.

Ashleigh bit her bottom lip trying her damndest not to make a sound. It hurt like hell to have him pump his fingers into her when she wasn’t ready but there was no way in hell she’d ever be turned on by him. Her body, however, apparently had a mind of its own because she could actually feel herself getting wet under his ministrations. Even though she couldn’t help or prevent it she hated herself for it.

“For someone who said they didn’t want me you sure are dripping wet.” Blaise said as he removed his fingers and entered her forcefully. He plunged into her over and over building up his rhythm, then slowing to stave off his orgasm.

“I can’t believe you’re still so tight after you’ve been whoring it up with Malfoy.” He said during one of his many breaks in his movements. Ashleigh could tell that he had been close to release a few times but every time he stopped his movements completely. She really hoped that he would be finished soon, she thought as silent tears rolled down her cheeks.

He started again by slapping her ass on both sides and then started thrusting again with renewed vigor. Apparently, spanking her and fucking her as hard as he possibly could wasn’t enough because he started asking her questions: Did she like his cock ramming into her pussy? Did she know she was the perfect whore? Did she know how tight she was? Did she want him to fuck her in her ass?

With every unanswered question he spanked her harder than the last, grabbing her hips in between and pounded into her so hard that she couldn’t hold back her sobs anymore. It got so bad that she nearly started dry heaving in her hysteria before he grabbed her hair and yanked her head back hard as he released his seed into her womb. He kept pumping his cock in her, loud grunts falling out of his mouth along with his release.

He finally pulled out of her and lay beside her on his back, his chest heaving with exertion.

“That was fantastic.”

Ashleigh said nothing. She just looked at him with loathing in her eyes.

As Blaise caught his breath, he sat up and looked at the clock.

“Well look at that, we still have a half hour left. What to do?” Blaise pondered as he scratched his chin.

“Ah!” He said, and Ashleigh suddenly found that she could move again.

“On your knees. I’ve had so many wet dreams of you sucking me off that I have to see this one in reality. It’s just too bad that your face is swollen already. Oh well, it’s not like I really care.” He told her as he started rubbing himself in preparation.

“And one other thing, if you bite me it may be the last thing you do.”

Ashleigh stood there with her arms crossed, knowing that was a lie, the Dark Lord would never allow it. Didn’t mean she wasn’t still thinking about it though.

“No.” Was the only reply she gave.

Blaise sighed and walked over to retrieve his wand again.

“I had a feeling I’d have to do this, Imperio!”

Ashleigh’s eyes glazed over when the spell hit her and she immediately fell to her knees. Blaise stepped up to her and ordered her to do as he willed.

Ashleigh took his length in hand, pumping him with her fist firmly before taking him in her mouth. His silent orders entered her mind and she performed them flawlessly, he thought, as if she was doing it of her own violation. Her head moved up and down on him at a fast pace, her tongue laving against his slit, her teeth lightly grazing him, her throat humming around him as he forced her to deep throat. He grunted as he felt his climax build once more. Knowing he didn’t have enough time to stave it off and build it up again like he did when he was fucking her he grabbed her hair and forced her to deep throat once more as he came, spurting his release down her throat.

He pulled out and sat down in a chair to recover from his second orgasm of the day. Completely sated, he watched as Ashleigh remained on her knees with glazed eyes, awaiting her next instructions. Blaise left her like that while he went to the bathroom, cleaned himself up and redressed himself. When he reentered the bedroom and saw her still kneeling on the carpet he made a promise to himself that he would have her again.

Flicking his wand, he produced a clean set of clothing for her to change into before releasing her from the Imperius. He quickly left the room before her eyes cleared and she became lucid once more.

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Once the fog in her mind cleared Ashleigh broke down in tears remembering what she had just been forced to do. Her will had been completely taken away from her. It was just as bad if not worse than what he had already done to her. She bent forward, tucking her head into herself and slammed her fists on the carpeted floor in anger as she sobbed. Tremors wracked her body forcefully until she felt the need to vomit. Quickly she got up and stumbled into the bathroom and made it to the toilet just before she lost control of her reflexes.

Normally vomiting made her feel better but this was not a sickness. She felt only the need to cry and to get vengeance. She’d never felt this before. It was a dark, venomous feeling that she didn’t like but couldn’t help feeling. She’d get her revenge one way or another, of this she was sure.

Standing up, she gazed at her reflection in the mirror. What she saw made her want to be sick again. Her entire face was black and blue and swollen. If she didn’t know for sure that she was looking at herself she would have thought she was looking at a complete stranger.

Making the decision to get herself cleaned up, she very gingerly entered the shower and attempted to wash away the memory of the last two hours. She scrubbed herself raw everywhere she could reach except for her face and her butt which, already felt like it was on fire. The one great thing about showers, she realized, was that no one could see your tears. Not even you. She didn’t want to see them or feel them anymore. She needed to be strong for what was to come. The possibilities, however, were not something she wanted to think about.

After she gently toweled herself off she wrapped the towel tightly around herself, terrified to find Blaise waiting for her. She peaked into the room through a crack that she had made with the door and saw it was unoccupied. Opening the door more fully, she saw a pile of dark clothing sitting on a chair. Walking over to it, the first items on to were black undergarments. Sexier than the occasion called, she was sure. The next item was a long black dress that looked to be slim fitting with a low neckline. A black corset followed. The last item was something that she dropped to the floor like it was made of fire as soon as she saw what it was. A black, Death Eater robe.

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The Death Eater that came to retrieve her was the same one that carried her to this room, she was sure. She didn’t know who he was because he wore a mask and had his hood up but for some reason he was being kind to her. When he first entered the room he slipped her a vial that had ‘Pain Relieving Potion’ written on it. For a reason she couldn’t figure out, she trusted him enough to accept the potion and down it at once. Immediately she felt it take affect and the pain in the lower part of her body eased away.

“Thank you.” She whispered, afraid someone would overhear.

The Death Eater merely nodded and led her through the door and down the hall to where they were to meet the Dark Lord.

Upon entering the room, she immediately knelt as she saw the Dark Lord was already in attendance. Normally she would have been made to kneel but she had been forced to do quite enough today. She could do this to save herself from more pain.

“Come Miss Grey, stand before me.”

Ashleigh stood and walked forward until she was standing only feet away from the Dark Lord. She looked him in the eye. She knew she needed to show all of her courage while in his presence otherwise he’d walk all over her, take more advantage than she was willing to give.

“How are you fairing my child?”

“Very well My Lord, thank you.” Oh yes, she was going to lay it on thick.

“Well, it is no secret that you have displeased me immensely. For that you have been punished and so we may start over.”

The Dark Lord paused and Ashleigh was terrified that he would make the decision to mark her right then and there. Her fears were relieved in his next breath.

“The honor of baring my mark will not come for you yet. You must prove yourself to be of use first. I’ll call upon you when I have need of you. For now, I give you leave to return to your beau, the young Malfoy.”

“Thank you My Lord.” Ashleigh said with a slight bow.

“Lucius, take Miss Grey home so that she may rest. I assume plans are being formed?”

“Yes My Lord. They have been formed and are about to be set in motion.” Replied the Death Eater who escorted her.

Ashleigh was surprised but unsurprised to find that it was Lucius. In any case, she was thankful that it is a friendly face she will be seeing once he removes his mask.

“Go now. I wish to hear good news by the end of the week.”

“Yes My Lord.” Lucius replied with a slight bow.

Ashleigh mimicked his motion and then turned with him to leave the room. Once they were out of the house, Lucius pulled her to him and apparated them to Malfoy Manor.

Ashleigh looked around and recognized the room where she had first met Lucius and Narcissa. She turned on the spot, not believing that everything was once so normal. When she made a full turn she saw that Lucius had removed his hood and mask. Realizing that she was safe, she passed out on the spot.
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